We have left the lush green of coastal Washington far behind, transversed the Cascades, passed through wine and apple country, and finally turned our car south as we head towards Pendleton and eastern Oregon. Pendleton is world renowned for their exquisite wool blankets but did you also know they are home to some of the finest leather goods a cowboy could ever desire? In fact, cowboys come from afar for an annual, very-big-deal rodeo and cowboy gathering. As we drove out of town, I'm thinking, "I gotta get me a cowboy." Not that my husband isn't hunky enough or out-doorsy enough, it's just, well, he's not a real cowboy.As we traveled through the high desert and marveled at the scenery, my eyes swore they saw a mirage ahead.
Was that really a cowboy ahead under the rusted metal sign for Wagonfire International Airport? I don't know which felt more surreal ~ seeing a real live cowboy or the "international" part of a sign for an airport in the middle of high desert in the middle of nowhere.
Oh yes, it was a cowboy alright, and I almost peed my pants yanking my camera out of its bag and setting the sights on get-as-many-pictures-of-this-hunky-cowboy-as-you-can. He was rustling (is that the right cowboy term?) a herd of cattle up the road-a-piece to graze in another pasture (if you call clumps of desert grass a pasture). His trusty companion was an itty bitty but determined dog that ran its little legs off keeping those cattle in line.I'm going to stop writing now and just let you take in and savor a cowboy at work.
I know, I know. It's worth a second glance. The thing is, we never did see this guy's face. Totally incognito. So take one long last look below and envision the face of your man on this body astride this beautiful horse ~ and let him be the real cowboy in your life.
Yep, I got me a cowboy.
1 comment:
No way! Was that a mirage??? I almost peed my pants too! I think it was PD!!!!!
by the way, did you get the package from me?
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